As I strutted through the halls in my Christian Louboutins, I turned heads. Not surprising. I was wearing a Fahsyee Bodycon Faux Leather Dress that hugged my curves like it was personally sculpted for me. Normally, this dress was reserved for cocktails and scandalous whispers, but today, it was for business. And by business, I meant making Leo sweat.
I prayed Dante wasn’t there, but if he was, I’d handle it. Worst case scenario? I’d let Ally and Josh tear him apart. They’d love an excuse to unleash their man-eating energy.
Spotting Leo’s office door open, I made my move. His PA—bless her, she tries—saw me and immediately sprang into action. Poor thing.
“Miss Celeste, you can’t—” she started, practically jogging after me.
I didn’t slow down. Instead, I walked right into Leo’s office and
